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To Horace Mann
nor had his chair pulled from under him—worse ! worse! quarrelling with a great pointer last night about their Countesses, he received a terrible shake by the back and a bruise on the left eye—poor dear Pat! You never saw such universal consternation ! it was at supper. Sir Robert, who makes as much rout with him as I do, says, he never saw ten people show so much real concern ! Adieu ! Yours, ever and ever—but write to me.
Ecce iterum Crispinus, et est mihi saepe voca/ndus, $c.
Who at Paris has been, Has a Mendicant seen, Who for charity follows to dun you; Offer him what you will, He refuses it still, For he has sworn that he'll never take money.
But near him there stands,
With two open hands, A creature that follows for hire,
Any gifts that you make
He will readily take, And at night he accounts with the Friar.
So the great Earl of Bath
Has sworn in his wrath, That he'll never accept of a place ;
Neither Chancellor he,
Nor Treas'rer will be, And refuses the Seals and the Mace.
upon his Majesty; and next day the Baggage, Horses, &c., of the King and Duke, which were shipped for
Handeis, were brought hank' (Gent. Mag., 1742, p. 645.)
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